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Hyate murmured something to Jack's mother with a approving tone in accordance to her talking about her son's capabilities in boxing. Shin's ears burned as he could imagine where that conversation was going to lead. His father would state that he hoped that his son would take a few lessons from Jack about that, then sadly and humbly admit that his son did not do well when it came to physical sports. The mere thought of his father talking with such disappointment in his voice about him made Shin feel sick.

He barely noticed how Jack lingered behind him. When he reached his bedroom, he grasped the handle and pushed the door to his room open. Silently he stepped inside, then turned to watch as Jack entered. His arms crossed over his chest, though his features had lost the pent up fury of before. His father had made a decision, and as much as he disliked it, he knew it would be easier on him if he just accepted what was going to be inevitable. Jack was going to be his step brother.

Shin's bedroom was rather spacious when one considered it was a room for a single boy. The hardwood floor had a high polish, yet no scuff marks or dull spots that would be tell tale signs of high traffic. The room had a single large window across one wall, though a drape was half drawn over it so it only cast a light through half the room. The walls of his room was wood, and as a result were devoid of any sort of posters. His father would have been so mad if he had nailed holes into the wooden walls. Two wooden bookshelves claimed large portions of the rooms walls, though between the two of them there was hardly enough books to fill one. All of the books presented were either Japanese history, mathematics, or poetry. The only decoration in the room was a small bonsai plant placed carefully on a plain table next to the window, and a picture of a oriental woman in a traditional wedding kimono standing in front of a flowering cherry tree. A traditional dresser was shoved into a corner, though it stood a few inches away from the wall. Then across the way from the dresser was a large closet in the wall. Shin would not glance at Jack as he waited for the other to enter his room. he didn't want to see the judging expression in the others eyes.

Invasive. Violated. He damn well felt as if his very moral being was being raped the moment Jack entered his bedroom. Truth be told, not even his father set foot in his bedroom. A casual glance was tossed inside to ensure the room was in a neat and orderly fashion, yet other then that the only eyes that gazed upon the room had always been Shin's own. He couldn't even recall if at one time his mother entered the room. His eyes slid to the photo frame while Jack struggled with what to say in the silence. Shin had liked thinking she had at some point in his young life. It made the room have a more sanctified feel to it, that only one other person had crossed this floor beside him. Her purpose being that of a mother tending to her son.

Now that was gone. Broken and sullied by a pair of large clodhoppers that most likely had no slight clue of the delicate fanciful serenity they had just trampled over. "Huh?" Shin's dark eyes pulled from the photo when Jack would speak about the bookshelf. He looked over at it, a slightly sour grimace pulling his thin lips into a unhappy expression. "The rest of the space is supposed to be left uncluttered for when I advance to college." He explained to Jack. Shin stepped forwards and reached a hand up to tap one of the shelves. "Mathematics books and resource guides go on this shelf." His hand moved to another shelf. "World History research material will go here. Social Science will go on this part of the shelf, and next to that is reserved space for whatever physical education class I will be taking. Father has suggested either swimming or aerobics of some kind. Then over here, these shelves are for the medical textbooks, resources, and magazines." Shin paused as he looked at a few more semi empty shelves and frowned a bit more.

"I suppose I will have to reorganize my previous plans though now that you are going to live here. I'm not sure if I'll have enough room...unless I pack up the poetry books maybe. They will not be very useful during my college years...." It was a major inconvenience to tell the truth. Just thinking about having to change his well laid plans of organizations had his cheeks turning a bit red with mild anxiety. Not to mention the fact that Jack would be bringing in foreign possessions into the tranquility of his personal space. Shin turned his gaze back to Jack as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Whatever you bring in here best be cleaned. I won't tolerate any filth in my room."

This was not going to work out. As Shin faced Jack and received that smile of his, Shin could already feel his temper boiling. Though he had to wonder if his fury was solely due to Jack's presence or this upset in his black and white life caused by his father. The mention of pizza boxes had Shin's eyes widening to a degree. "I will not allow such clutter in my room! You'll attract vermin!" He aggressively responded before it occurred to him that what JK had said was most likely not serious. His cheeks flared redder then when he had been looking at his bookshelf.

Not once had it crossed his mind that perhaps JK was in as tough a spot as he was right now. His mother was marrying a man that was the father to a boy he had not gotten along with since grade school...of course, he felt his rivalry had only grown gradually through the years. So perhaps their unusual friendship had not grown uncomfortable until later in the years? Honestly...Shin was certain JK had not become insufferable until like...two years ago? So now here he was, facing a uncertain amount of time in close quarters with a rival. With no breaks. No space. No period of peace! Shin should have been thinking about that, yet he just couldn't get past how unfair it was that he would have to let JK into his personal space. Shin crossed over to the closet and pulled the doors open. Inside were carefully hung outfits, separated by color. A divider was placed between spring and winter cloths, as well as his jackets. Lining the floor of the closet were several pairs of cleaned shoes. Boots for rain and snow, dress shoes, exercise sneakers, and a blank space where the shoes Shin normally wore would have gone if they were not already set out by the front door. Shin lifted a hand and fussed with the spacing between his cloths while he glanced at the large empty space left over in the closet. This had to be why his father had assumed JK could move in here with him. He owned so little so had so much unused space. Shin's brows knit together. Just how much of this space would be overtaken by dirty cloths? Rumpled papers? Shin felt a uncomfortable shiver shake it's way up his spine.

"There is no eating allowed in the bedrooms. No drinks allowed either. There is a laundry chute down the hall next tot he bathroom. I expect you to use it. No dirty cloths are to be left in the bedroom. Understand?" He stated after a moment. He could only imagine the chaos that was JK's room and he wanted to make it perfectly clear he would not let that happen here.

The sudden outburst from Jack was partly expected. Partly because it seemed that any extended interaction between the two of them ended up resulting in some sort of outburst. It would have meant something was seriously wrong if there was no sort of emotional explosion between them. Still, having Jack raising his voice here, in his place of peace and control...it sent sparks of anger shooting off in his brain and eyes. Shins hands fisted at his sides, his fingers curling so tightly he could feel the trimmed nail edges pressing into the sweaty skin of his palms. "You have no clue! Your a idiot! A moron!" Shin struggled to keep his voice from rising. His father hated shouting. If he yelled he knew the moment Jack and his mother left he'd be punished. Of course he already knew he would be punished for being such a disobedient and shameful son. His outburst at dessert. His cold and sullen mood during dinner. Now Jack yelling in his room...it was all going to be his fault.

Though Jack managed to keep his eyes from showing tears, Shin was hardly as capable as the other. He felt a tight shooting pain in his chest as he heard jack talk about his empty room. "It's not empty! It's not!" His throat was so tight. Speaking the words were almost painful as he lifted his fisted hands and made to push at Jack with them. "You think I want you here! This is all I have left of her! I don't have any choice what you bring. I don't have a say in what happens here anymore! Your taking it all away!" His sight swam. Shimmering between clarity and a weird underwater like haze. He wanted to strike out at Jack, but somehow his arms lacked that strength. Shin glanced around the empty room. With the tears in his eyes he could almost see a altered image of his room. The ghost of his baby crib, the faint image of a rocking chair with a faded embroidered blanket over the back, the phantom of his mothers presence was there. In those carefully cleaned and reverently empty spaces. Shin's heart felt pain with every beating. It was one thing for him to grow up. To have to remove those beloved items from his room. It was one thing to accept that his life had progressed past the age when his mother had been a part of it. However, it was a entirely new matter to have someone elses son fill those spaces he himself had not even had the strength to fill. He couldn't put anything in the place his mother had lain him to sleep. He couldn't cover the space where his mother had sat and rocked him on nights he could not sleep. He could not tell Jack this though. He wouldn't understand. He would just laugh at him!

Shin was so wrapped up in his inability to accept that things were changing without his permission, that he could not handle the physical pain it was causing him. The blood rushing through his ears and the wailing voice in his head completely masked the silence coming from below. His erratic thoughts of misery veiled the rather clear fact that Jack was not even responding to his aggression in his usual manner.

Unable to find even the smallest ounce of solace in the situation, Shin's emotions felt like they were breaking past a damn. He gave a small guttural cry of pain and lifted his hands to his face. Shin tried pressing both his palms over his mouth, in an attempt to push in the emotions fighting inside of him to get out. The sadness and desperation at losing the only thing he felt he still had control over was just so powerful though. His sobs came out as choking sounds of someone drowning. With tears finally pouring from his eyes unhindered, Shin thoughtlessly reached out to grab Jack by the front of his shirt so he could hide his face in the other boy's chest. Damn him! Damn him to hell! He hated him so much!

And for once...he wasn't thinking of Jack when he thought that.

If Shin were anything but distressed, he probably would have been appalled at his reaction. Standing with his fingers curled into Jacks shirt and his forehead resting against his chest. Tears blinding his eyes as the other boy rather awkwardly rested his arms loosely over his shoulders for the next few minutes. Shin took in long slow breaths and allowed the reality of the situation calm his emotions. "Jack... what sort of fabric softer do you use...or have you been in your moms body wash?" He finally muttered in an attempt to diffuse the socially awkward moment. His fingers uncurled from jack's shirt, mostly in preparation of a shove he anticipated coming from Jack now. His left hand lifted to brush away his tears with his palm heel so he could avoid looking at the taller boy.

Violence was always the key to regaining some sense of masculinity. This was the lesson of the day. Shin stumbled back a step from Jack when he shoved him, but there wasn't enough strength in it to make him stumble. Even in the emotional state he was already in. Shin found himself mirroring the smile on jacks face without being aware of it. At least not until he looked up at the other boy. "I can't believe you actually answered that." He replied before rubbing his hands on his pants. Shin's eyes moved to the cracked open door and noted the continued silence. "Well no one has come upstairs. Father is usually strict against raising your voice in the house. It's possible he took her out into the backyard?" As Shin spoke, he crossed over to the blinds to pull them open a little. He rather hoped his father was trying to impress Jacks mother by showing off the flower bed and small garden they had planted outside.

There was still a sense of aggravation in Jack's presence in his room, but Shin was attempting on focusing on the fact that this was in fact going to happen. It would be easier if he just accepted it, and being emotionally tired as he was, this was not too hard at the moment. Shin glanced over to where jack was standing, and attempted to smile again. "I need to find some duct tape, or else we shall be having a lot more fights then usual."